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daily life, performing without desire

The Jester dances in fine clothes he prance

performing without desire


King and queen gazes on

unamused by the jester's song

he is a ghost to all


The royal court laugh and clap

while the Jester feels trapped

amongst a large crowed, he stands


Pulling funny faces

people's mocking he embraces

a never-ending cycle


To the left to the right

to the air he takes flight

his limbs ache with each stretch


At night he prays

of the delays of the endless days

he sleeps with candle light


make them laugh, Jester

hopefully things will get better

not everyday is the same


A spectacle for people to see

free he can't be

though he smiles with them


performing without desire

he is no liar

Jester cannot take anymore


He is a ghost to all

speaking will be his down fall

no one shall hear a word


Amongst a large crowd he stands

serving to their commands

weak and tired he shall never rest


A never-ending cycle

he pins his dreams on the bible

he cannot stop, this is his job


His limbs ache with each stretch

as he lands near the edge

he must continue, to save the rest


He sleeps by candle light

and dreads each daylight

only he must carry this burden


The jester dances

in fine clothe he prances

performing without desire...

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